A City Centre Christmas

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

Meets the early evening grime;

A department store’s cheap chime,

Pawn shops punting their crime,

Clocks providing the wrong time,

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre,

The brakes of busses groan

The Duke wears a traffic cone

A beggar, homeless, alone,

On the Buchanan St. stone

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre,

Frantic, in a rush, people believe

In another cynical price freeze

Their cash relieved with Ease,

No cure for their disease

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

The exhaust fumes

And cigarette smoke,

Are making me choke

Shopping making me broke

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

A biting breeze billows,

Genuflects off shop windows

That stench of curry houses,

The homely warmth it arouses

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

Glass streets, reflect

The traffic and neon lights,

And a girl with ripped tights:

Was it cause or neglect?

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

Fag ends float in gutters,

Stray plastic bags aflutter,

I get eyeballed by a nutter

As my footing stutters

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

Girls walk in heels too high

Under a loaded purple sky

One slips, ignored by a passer by,

Her mate laughs offering ‘ach aye’

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

Lying in a pool on the pavement

There is a half eaten kebab,

That looks like a picked scab

An emblem of enslavement

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

The buzz of pubs, bars and clubs,

Their lights enchanting all of us

Drunks stumbling off a bus

Throw an indiscriminate cuss

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

People flicking like fleas

For Taxi’s swarming like bees

Agents of great migration

Outside Central Station

That’s Christmas in the city centre

 

Christmas in Glasgow city centre

In twelve months we’ll forget

Its utterly hateful dialect

We’ll refrain from being sane

As we choose to do it all again

For Another Christmas in the city centre

About Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard. 'Mediocre blogger and a piously boring and unfunny writer'. Enthusiastic purveyor of the KLF sheep.
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